~Thanks for all the support and patience. After all the chaos of college, I finally had a chance to settle down and write. Hope you enjoy this next installment and I hope you're looking forward to the rest, since there defiantly will be more coming.~ * I woke the following day still cold and freezing, but despite the fact that my hair looked like blond ic...
They left quickly much to Sarah's surprise. Then again she should have known Mr. James would be in a hurry. That was always his way. She learned that working for him early on. Now though it concerned her, the reason for his swiftness. She was still thinking about the email and how someone knew it. If they could easily get that information, what other things...
Chapter 02: Greed "A coincidence?" said Julia, and looked at the dead man on the floor. "He gets away with child molestation due to lack of evidence, and 4 days later he's dead?" "Murdered," Dennis corrected her. "By some Moral Avenger. But how come he had his dick out?" "How come they didn't cut it off?" muttered Julia. "That pig! Who ever did this shoul...
After that amazing morning with Lori and Della, I decided to finally take that bath. The hot water felt so good against the bruised, aching skin of my pussy and ass. I soaked under those bubbles for nearly an hour until the water turned stone cold. I ate a quick snack in my kitchen. I'd worked up an appetite, but I didn't want to ruin my lunch. I giggled to...
Outside the blizzard was blowing. Snow flurrying around. Visibility was getting less and less. Inside the house was warm and cosy, Faith had the log fire burning. The children were in bed fast asleep, dinner was simmering on the stove and she was sitting in front of the fire hoping that her man would be able to get home before the roads were closed off. "N...
This is the 2nd chapter of the adventures of a 1950s housewife. It'll probably make more sense if you read the first part, but each chapter is fairly self contained. I'd love to read any feedback you may have after you've read it ***** Late Night Traffic It had been a very busy week. Michael had worked overtime every night and Jane had spent most of t...
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Hamilton," said Cassie, walking into the classroom after the final bell. "Yes," Mr. Hamilton replied, looking up from his desk and setting down his pen. "Close the door." Cassie closed the door to the principal's office and walked to the chair across from Mr. Hamilton at his desk. Mr. Hamilton stared at her in her white button do...
I show up where you are and your eyes are happy to see me but you shake your head. "I told you to dress appropriately, silly." I'm scared, but I let you help me rectify the situation. My soul feels naked too, that's what's scary. You see all the voices in my head play across my face. "No negative inner voices allowed today. You're beautiful." You can tell I...
It's not common to see a story told as a series of limericks, and while this is "poetry," this is not, I think, what people expect to find in the poetry section at Lit, so I didn't put it there. I could also have classified this as humor, but while it has funny parts, it's not entirely meant to be side splitting. It should make you smile, and maybe perhaps...
One night after a dinner out you tell me that we are going to take a drive. I give you a negative look and you say to me, "it is not your choice." I am impressed by your assertiveness and I feel myself get turned on. At the next traffic light I lean over to you and say in your ear, "I want you". You have no response and when the light turns green you just dr...